He turned around unexpectedly, and Zachary jokingly said, "I couldn't stand idly by and watch injustice. I had to play the hero, just like you. We find ourselves in a similar predicament, don't we?"
Zander French was momentarily taken aback before finally comprehending. "You're the one from earlier this morning..."
Zachary nodded and smiled. "We're not sure whom he's searching for in the cafeteria, but it's either you or me. To be safe, let's lay low here for a while."
Zander French hesitated for a moment. Given the appearance and demeanor of his rescuer, romantic implications were the furthest thing from his mind. He nodded in agreement.
Corey Huff went to the office to collect some assignments. During the lunch break, it was common for teachers to head home for a meal or run errands, returning before the first-afternoon class. However, on this particular day, the homeroom teacher, who was usually absent during this time, sat at her desk, engrossed in wr
In the series of disappearances caused by shadow spirits, Zachary only caught the tail end of it. When he was on a rescue mission, so he had no fear of being recognized by the victims.After extracting the information from Zander, the conversation flowed smoothly. Firstly, he had recently performed a heroic act, and good deeds were duly rewarded. Secondly, Zander had been pulled into the water by the shadow spirits before and quickly lost consciousness. However, as someone directly involved, he still carried remnants of the "extraordinary" in his subconscious, which occasionally startled him at unexpected moments.An ordinary person tainted by the "extraordinary" is like inadvertently grabbing hold of a rope from another world, establishing a "connection." It takes time for the residual effects to gradually fade away until the rope naturally breaks, completely severing ties with the extraordinary world and returning to the ordinary realm.The influence that had
Quilly Ara's laughter always had a restrained quality, giving off an impression of careful analysis, much like her unassuming manner. She remarked, "Just to keep you informed, let me give you a heads-up... The second rule of etiquette is to 'Respect your teachers and never challenge or assault the faculty.'"Zachary chuckled, "Well, as you put it... all I saw was a pile of useless papers if you ask me."Quilly Ara laughed, which could even be described as "mild." The lenses of her glasses reflected a cool green glow from the computer screen. She said, "You came prepared. You should know that this is Gale Watts with me, and you're in my Class Nine."She never resorted to cursing words or threatening tones, but she had always stirred up trouble.Zachary pressed his tongue against the roof of his mouth as a distant memory suddenly struck him. Being unconventional, he never appreciated the beauty of sophisticated flowers or had any interest in tasteless ice c
Zachary's routine on campus involves attending classes and finding ways to unwind, like browsing online forums and chatting with classmates. After classes, he takes leisurely strolls around the campus, leveraging his social skills to make friends and engage in casual conversations while waiting for his target to finish their tasks and return to class. However, this strategy doesn't apply when it comes to a particular homeroom teacher. Can't he avoid them?With a casual flick, Zachary skillfully hangs a broom on a cleaning corner and proudly claps his hands. "Let's go. By the way, Representative, I can't seem to find the fountain pen I bought two days ago. Have you seen it? It's a dark green pen with a gradient ink, and the cap has a blue dragon engraved on it. It's a special collaboration edition with the Camacho City Museum."Corey Huff ponders for a moment and shakes his head. "Maybe you left it at home?""Well, I'll go back and look for it later. I'll see you tomorrow for now!"At
The information provided to him by Lawson Wright revolved around renowned cases associated with the "extraordinary." Although it appeared intricate, he suspected a blend of truth and falsehood, lacking comprehensive details.Seemingly remarkable occurrences could merely be coincidences or accidents, while seemingly ordinary events might conceal genuine enigmas.Having spent over a week with Gale Watts, Zachary was unaware of the complete extent of the mission's objective due to the target's ongoing recovery. His primary focus involved observing the attitudes of his teachers and classmates, much like Isla Brock's closest friend. They didn't perceive anything amiss, but often sighed upon witnessing Georgia Brock lose her temper and scold her son.Regarding his desk mate, nothing out of the ordinary occurred after the initial day.Next were instances of items being relocated or lost. Class Nine struggled to catch any fish, prompting an expansion of his investigation throughout the entire
Quilly Ara wasn't donned in a typical women's attire. A long, beige overcoat swirled around her legs as she clasped a cup of coffee. From a few yards away, Zachary could discern the familiar bitter aroma. She stood under the diffused glow of a streetlight, with a few strands of messy hair falling onto her shoulder. Her once sharp edges seemed softer, giving Zachary an illusion of gentleness. Zachary guessed it was an iced Americano she was holding. He casually glanced back. The park was unobstructed by shadows, and meticulously aligned windows seemed to ridicule Gale Watts' concealed secrets, all dispersed by the overpowering scent of bitter coffee. "Just strolling around," Zachary stood up and greeted in a familiar manner, "How about you?" Quilly Ara was always a woman of few words, "Just strolling around." Her usual aloof tone eased Zachary's fleeting confusion. Zachary gave her a sidelong glance, "Quite a coincidence to bump into each other at this hour. Seems like there's some
During his high school years, Zachary didn't stand out in any particular subjects nor did he specialize in any specific field. However, his performance across all subjects remained consistently above average, resulting in commendable overall grades. He didn't display much enthusiasm for these subjects, with the exception of chemistry to some extent. It wasn't a deep passion for chemistry, to be exact. Rather, it was during chemistry class when the teacher conducted experiments that his interest sparked.Chemistry experiments fascinated him with their captivating and visually stunning transformations. They didn't require much effort to appreciate; anyone with eyes could capture the vibrant and colorful displays. The allure of chemistry surpassed the dry words and equations found in other subjects. Oh, if only all students felt the same way.Zachary had been eagerly anticipating a chemistry experiment for quite some time. Unfortunately, due to the fast-paced curriculum, it was regrettab
Khalil, despite defeating numerous evil spirits, always presented himself as a "police officer" rather than a "Taoist" or a "sorcerer" when interacting with people. It was his duty.Zachary, however, possessed a natural inclination for the "extraordinary." Even though he hadn't fully grasped the concept of causality, fate seemed to dance through his tender heart, leaving remarkable impressions like shooting stars streaking across the sky.In his youth, Zachary entertained a multitude of fantasies. He once declared, "I came to the human world for adventure." This audacious statement claimed the spotlight during the Spring Festival team's reunion dinner, earning him a special award that proudly adorned the wall of the Special Investigation Team.During that time, whenever someone laid eyes on him, the inevitable question followed, "Did you embark on an adventure today?"Regrettably, Zachary's playful father relished in his child's words, attributing profoun
Dulce Hooper immersed himself in painting, dividing the paper diagonally with a stark contrast of colors. One side depicted a boundless sky, drenched in vivid hues of blue, with lush green grass swaying gently in the breeze, evoking a sense of refreshing tranquility. The other half remained untouched, an empty canvas.As he contemplated, Zachary stroked his chin. "I had thought you excelled more in portraiture."Curious, Dulce Hooper inquired, "What made you think so?"Zachary surveyed the art adorning the room's walls. "These are predominantly portraits, and some bear a striking resemblance in style. I didn't anticipate your skill in capturing landscapes as well. Your artistic talent truly knows no bounds. It's truly impressive."Dulce Hooper dismissed the praise modestly, shutting the door and returning to his easel. A mischievous smile graced his lips as he asked, "So, what do you think, Mr. Prospective Heartthrob?"Chuckling at the playful bant